Just as I was getting ready for bed last night, G. came running into my bedroom with a camera to ask me a question. Apparently she needed to wash her favorite pants and wanted help running the washing machine (which she does occasionally when she has a clothes "emergency").

What impressed me was that (1) she knew I was tired and would grumble about going downstairs to run the machine for her, (2) she recognized the fact that she has trouble describing things and turning knobs in the correct direction (she's a lefty with dyslexia) and (3) she figured out a way to ask for help without me having to actually do anything.

Her solution -- to take a picture of the machine's knob then show me on the camera's LCD screen to clarify what setting she needed for her clothes.

Now if only I could get her to put away her laundry afterwards...

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